Spirits sings today as once upon time lived the gods that made mortals with magic from the divine heavens. Today the puzzle that human seek is still not found like the labyrinth walls that show no lights of intervention about the creator as generation shifts our ancestor migrate further away from each civilization.
Now war is like an inferno flame that only an invigorate mortal can eliminate with there transcend spiritual emotion.
War so old like the salty water that descend all over earth since the beginning of time as war demolish all.
The heavens laughs at the troubling world like the wind that laughs with solitude on a land demolished by us human.
Why can we just live life and call the Gods that had many names our ancestor like our elder who created us?
Still I am ashamed that all mortal seeks the true as for me and my soul I seek nothing making me happier then the wealthy heavens as if the Chorus of Sanctuary is my home.
